Page 2 of Donovan's Men

He obeyed my command and got her flipped onto her stomach with her hands pinned behind her back.

She didn’t appear to offer any resistance as he held her down—whether because of the knock to her head or because she’d accomplished what she’d clearly set out to do, I wasn’t sure.

“Cole?”

Julie’s question had me gazing over. I was torn between ensuring Meggibeth was secure, seeing to my best friend, and cursing a blue streak because of my arm.

“We’ve got her.” Larry met my gaze as a second woman approached.

Tanya, one of our production assistants, hurried over. She was a damn competent woman, so that reassured. She secured the gun and kept watch over Larry.

I sprinted over to Julie as she managed to wriggle out from under Cole.

“Cole’s been shot. Oh my God, someone call an ambulance.” Julie was covered in blood and clearly near hysterics.

Has she been hit as well?

As she rolled Cole onto his back, she didn’t show any signs of injury, although shock could be a powerful thing.

Blood covered Cole’s chest, seeping into the white dress shirt he wore.

Panicking is not going to help.

Seamus, our production assistant, dropped to my side with a first aid kit. Man, the guy moved fast. He had it unzipped in seconds.

I started tearing open packets of gauze.

He took up the task, and I started pressing them to Cole’s chest. Within seconds, they were soaked, but Seamus was there to hand me more.

“Mother fucker.” Cole barely managed a whisper.

“To control the bleeding. Fuck, Hamilton, you just had to be a hero.” I wanted to throttle him, but I also couldn’t blame him for wanting to protect Julie. Had our positions been reversed and I’d been closer, I would’ve done the same thing.

Hell, if I’d reacted faster, I might’ve saved Cole from being shot at all.

That kind of thinking is not helping.

“Julie?” His eyes searched for her.

“I’m fine.” Julie knelt beside Cole and stroked his face.

“Has someone called an ambulance?” I tried to keep my panic under control. Cole needed an ambulance, a hospital, and doctors. Preferably within the next five minutes. Of course, we were several klicks away from St. Paul’s Hospital where I assumed they’d take him.

“Elouise.” Seamus continued to rip open gauze packets, and I couldn’t help noticing his Newfie accent was much stronger.

Is he as panicked as I am?

“Donovan, you’re bleeding.” Julie tried to reach for me.

I waved her off. “A scratch, literally.” In truth, it hurt like hell, but I wasn’t going to bleed to death whereas Cole might actually. So that was my focus. Fortunately, my blood mixed with the dark gray coat I wore, so the amount of blood wasn’t obvious.

Once they had Cole dealt with, I’d agree to have someone look at my arm.

I pressed harder against Cole’s chest.

He winced.

Then in the distance, I heard sirens.